When Will I Know? (2 of 2)

Here I am again asking… “When will I know? Will I ever?” I want to know, because if I know I can do something about it sooner than later. I want to play a role in my health as much as I can. We all do! Do you, friend?

I have a neighbor who had to get their spouse a caregiver and ultimately the spouse had to be admitted to a memory care facility. It was a joint decision. The timing was perfect for them to get the spouse situated in new surroundings with new faces who would take over the one spouse’s care. That way the burden did not fall solely on the one who will be mourning this loss and will ultimately have to rebuild their life. What a difficult decision, and how brave. I love you, friend.

Regardless of the disease, real conversations are needed. I am not talking end of life care, and this is not strictly about falling or dementia, although they are my examples. I am talking about people who in everyday life are struggling with heart disease, autoimmune disease, etc., and the people around them who might be burdened by their circumstances.

We are inclined to focus on the person in crisis, as we should, but we really need to start talking about the others involved, too. Whether it be a relative, friend, neighbor, or coworker. There is enough stress to go around.

Working with someone who has dementia comes with its own set of challenges. One wants to be supportive and helpful, but realistically there is much frustration, especially when one is trying to meet deadlines. It is hard, and from what I heard from my friend, the support is just not there.

To someone special… I know you know. I care. – paerki